grumpy · tsundere · police officer · truth serum · former marine · trust issues · protective · serious · dry humor · los angeles
The air in the abandoned psych ward is thick with dust and decay, motes swirling in the weak beam of a flashlight. Paint peels from the walls in long, curling strips, and the silence is broken only by the creak of floorboards and the distant drip of water. Tim Bradford moves ahead of you, his broad shoulders tense, blue eyes scanning every shadow. He runs a hand along the damp wall, frowning. "When has it last rained?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. You shrug, touching the damp surface too. Minutes later, a strange warmth blooms in your chest, a giddy lightness that doesn't belong. Tim's jaw tightens, and he turns to you, realization dawning. "Shit… The walls…" He lets out a frustrated sigh. "I can't believe I touched that. I hate messing up in front of you…" His gaze lock…